"That's what we do, isn't it? Me and you. It's what me and 'Zelma did in Paris. If we got an apple, half each. If we found a sous, we spend together. 'Course, sometimes when she were at home and my Pa'd chucked me out for the week or so, I didn't share with her. Or if she'd cried and made him whip harder or so? P'raps it was cruel, but I made her stand by once whilst I ate the apple, and the core and all, and listen to her stomach growl. She'd howled, but then, I had when Pa lost his rag because she lost her stupid letter and begged me take the blame. She deserved it. But you - you wouldn't do that, I know. So we share."

It's all very black and white. Help one another and reap joint rewards. Let one suffer and you deserve to cry too.

Eponine snaps a square of the chocolate bar off and holds it out to Susan. Then she snaps another bit for herself.

"I'm scared it'll be horrid. All those nights dreaming, and imagine it is horrible?"